Gulp gulp

Bah.

Humbug.

I feel so bogged down. By everything. Can you curse people? Because I'm starting to think that maybe giving so much of yourself is shit.

I wish I was selfish, yung tipong to hell with everything, then I'd watch you choke on your own gob of spit and enjoy the sensation of freedom from obligation.

People.

Why do they NEVER meet you half-way?


I'm glad you didn't ask for forgiveness, because I might have forgiven you out of sheer convenience.



Garh. Mabuti pa ang Wiggles-- at least yun nakakapagpasaya pa ng tao.


Sino bang may alam na insensitivity song? Ma-post nga.

White streaketh be guillotined!

I'm... three days late from posting.

Will update tomorrow. When there is peace.

It's the springboard

Pablo Neruda is love. Ang galing galing galing galing galing galing niya!!!
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There was some sort of commotion along the access road to Assumption as we were going home. May taping pala. We glanced a little-- people, gay looking guy in orange, more people, people eating sandwiches, people setting up the place, people breaking their necks trying to get a better look. It was then that Ate went like "Teka... si Vivo ba yun?" And all of us did a backtrack. Siya nga. SIYA NGA! Yak, medyo na-starstruck ako. Kasi gusto ko si Vivo, kahit na mukha siyang ulol pag sumasayaw, tapos wala siyang kwenta umacting. Function lang niya comic relief, kahit na di sinasadya, kasi madalas siyang mukhang autistic o kaya tutang nawawala.
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Reco sa Friday. Nakakabigla, sobra.

Argh. I do not FEEL like having a recollection. One, I'm not with my friends. Two, parang biglang sinabi na lang "Okay, reco niyo sa Friday. Bayad na kayo ng p500." Huwaaat? From next week nausog sa week na to. Gr.

Um. If it doesn't bother anyone... palancas please? :D
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Kanser play on Sat. I hope it's better than Ibong Adarna, Florante at Laura and Ambon, Ulan, Baha. So far, the best play I've seen is Sinta, and they're not even professional (ata... tama ba?). Ambon, Ulan, Baha was flashy but unimpressive. Their plot was waaaay too predictable-- I could see the twist coming a million lightyears away, which means that even if you snore through three hours of the play and see only 30 minutes, you will still definitely get it. You have to appreciate their environmental message though... even if it was SMOTHERED (to dying bits) by the lovey-dovey story line.

Reco on Friday, play on Sat. School took away the best two days of the week, and it's NO FAIR.

Post # 250

We went back to the mall again today to take a more extensive look at the sale.

I bought a pair of shoes for half the price. It was the last pair. While waiting for the saleslady to get the other half, I saw this fat lady eyeing my shoe. I, unfortunately, had let go of it, assured that it would be mine because I asked for it first. The fat lady tried it on and absolutely loved it. [Ew. UNCLEAN!] So SHE asked for the other half too. Medyo nababad trip na ko nun kasi ang tagal ng salesgirl, tapos isipin ko pang baka makuha ng iba yung kaisa-isang sapatos na nagustuhan ko. I was wondering if I should tell the woman to lay off my shoe because I got there first (yak, napaka territorial e), but I decided not to. Against a woman that seems capable of sending seismic waves, I don't think I would matter much. Good thing I got to it first, fair and square, so I got to take it home. Yay.

Ansarap ng weekend. Four day procrastination. I have my monologue ready... in theory! Hay. Pakapalan na lang to ng mukha.

Kung glow in the dark kaya?

Getting home from the mall a while ago, I opened up my closet and began trying out some clothes I never thought of wearing. I ended up dressing myself and Bianca in eclectic things, putting eyeliner on her and getting the camera to take some shots. Um, the Vivitar v335... or is that v355? I played the photographer, she played the model, and it was fuuuuun. Until Dad told me "Sa umaga ka na magpicture-picture! Wala ka pang flash na gamit!! Madilim yan, sige ka." To top it off, I discovered that I used 22 as the aperture. Damn! I'm so reckless! And senseless! I wanna see the pictures!!! *cries*

Ano kaya sasabihin ng developer?

*imagination*
Developer: *pagka-develop ng pictures* Sino kaya yung mokong na to na di gumagamit ng flash sa gabi?!

Waaa.

Parang siguro yung time na si Dad kumuha ng pictures nung Christmas...

*flashback imagination*
Developer: Ba't kaya putol yung mga ulo?

Oh well.
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Noel must be the sickest, most narcissistic dickhead I've read so far. I didn't know he really is like this... sa kaloob-looban! I see your true colors shining through...

Why doesn't this surprise me? I bet na ganito nga mga lalaki sa kaloob-looban niyo!!! Tsss...
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Onga pala, kasama pala yung Kuya ni Anj sa Plaid meeting kanina sa Moccha Blends. School paper pala kuya ni Anj. Hi Anj.

Bianca and I didn't hang around their table; we were exiled to somewhere far far away-- meaning the table two places from theirs. It's the exclusively Plaid meeting to arrange the interaction-slash-workshop, whatever they call it. Sana nag Plaid na lang talaga ako.

Oh well.

And there you have it

QT results in Filipino, History, Geom and Chem have come in. They weren't shockingly low, but they were just tick marks off the grade I was aiming for, which is even more depressing than flunking. Every little mistake was careless. I can't believe I classified melting as a chemical change!!! And that was in the multiple choice part, people. I swear I put it down as a physical change. >.< And I never can seem to get full marks for my essays in History. Garh. Does not anybody appreciate my wonderfully composed sentences, that, though not really direct to the point, reads like a human interest article?

The heck. Remind me to use simple sentences next time.

Really. Just how distracted was I when I was reviewing?


The only cheery grade I have is Geom. Ok. Friend ko na ang Geom, because Geom is befriending me! (Sir Andie: And the symbol for negation "~" is called TILDE. Tilde take my heart awaaaaay...)
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We had a Charter Change symposium a while ago. It was informative, but so tiring. Even I was spacing out; the second reader's voice was remarkably alternating with Misha's ("What does the CBCP have to do with it, huh? Like, they can't represent the Filipino people because not EVERYONE is Catholic! Why don't the Muslims make their own CBCP..." etc etc), with Billy at the side (Me: Misha, you're hostile.
Billy: She's not hostile, she's hungry.
Misha: Guys, sedate me when I get out of control.), who was trying to calm her down. Put together, they didn't make much sense til I finally snapped out of it.

At the end of the talk, I still don't think I know enough to write enraged essays over the issue... (Sulatan ko kaya si Randy David?) I feel that I will never ever be able to be coherent and logical over any social and political issues. Kaya hindi ako pwede sa debate e; mabilis ako madala. Sabi nga ni Sir Ruel (pasalamat siya na-qquote ko pa siya sa blog ko) "You fight with your head, not with your heart. Or else you lose."

A fair point.
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I think we're going to the mall tomorrow to start gathering ideas for prom dresses. Thank goodness for that, or else I won't have any excuse to not go to the soiree. My parents are weird. Sila pa nag-eencourage sakin. I suppose I should consider myself lucky, since this is the position I know my sister would absolutely love.

Bah. Social gatherings with strangers are so stressing. Maybe it's my own crazy notion but I think soirees are as vicious and as depressing as beauty pageants... and on another point, I'd absolutely love to strangle the guys who take it upon themselves to be the judges. Ngyar ngyar ngyar. It's the battle for the best, the boldest and the loudest. Oh come see the carnival!

But I'm not saying all soirees are like that.

This is just being me. *is trying to placate anyone who can be possibly offended by above statement (though I don't see how or why...)*

Just in case, no violent reactions please. The last time I talked about my opinions on social rituals and etiquette got me into trouble for assuming too much (you know, last summer).

"Whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven."

I know Lord.
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Shei will be in Singapore over the weekend. LUCKY HER!!!
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEN-PEN PEN!

Freedom for two days

Assumption Day tomorrow.

Damn.

I'm in no mood to sympathize with the poor. Forgive me Lord, sorry, pero wala talaga.
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This is my other blog, Tater Tales. Click it if you wish; it's more of some running space to exercise writing skills. The first post is fictional, but it's based on a jeepney ride I had last Saturday. Commute ulit, matagal-tagal na din!
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At saka mo na diligin ang libingan ko
ng pabango ng 'yong mga mata...

Hateful

I got this from an email.

50 Facts about the Philippines (Shame, shame, shame.....this was sent to me by a Canadian email buddy. Dapat ba akong magalit sa kanya sa pagsampal sa akin sa katotohanan? that the Philippines is...)

50. Where the most happening places are not where the party is. Instead it is where the gang wars happen, where women strip and where the people overthrow a president.

49. Where even doctors, lawyers and engineers are unemployed.

48. Where everyone has his personal ghost story and superstition

47. Where mountains like Makiling and Banahaw are considered holy places.

46. Where everything can be forged.

45. Where school is considered the second home and the mall considered the >third.

44. Where Starbucks coffee is more expensive than gas.

43. Where every street has a basketball court and every town only has one >public
school.

42. Where all kinds of animals are edible.

41. Where people speak all kinds of languages, and still call it Tagalog > >and where it is fast becoming unfashionable to speak English/Spanish.

40. Where students pay more money than they will earn afterwards.

39. Where call-center employees earn more money than teachers and > >nurses, where doctors study to become nurses for employment abroad.

38. Where driving 4 kms can take as much as four hours.

37. Where flyovers bring you from the freeway to the side streets.

36. Where the tourist spots are where Filipinos do not (or cannot) go.

35. Where the personal computer is mainly used for games and Friendster.

34. Where all 13-year-olds are alcoholic.

33. Where colonial mentality is dishonestly denied!

32. Where 4 a.m. is not even considered bedtime yet.

31. Where people can pay to defy the law.

30. Where everything and everyone is spoofed.

29. Where even the poverty-stricken get to wear Ralph Lauren and Tommy >Hilfiger (peke)!

28. Where the honking of car horns is a way of life.

27. Where being called a bum is never offensive.

26. Where floodwaters take up more than 90 percent of the streets during >the rainy season.

25. Where everyone has a relative abroad who keeps them alive.

24. Where crossing the street involves running for your dear life.

23. Where wearing your national colors makes you baduy.

22. Where billiards is a sport, and darts is a bar game.

21. Where even the poverty-stricken have the latest cell phones. > >(GSM-galing sa magnanakaw)

20. Where insurance does not work.

19. Where water can only be classified as tap and dirty - clean water is >for sale (35 pesos per gallon).

18. Where the church governs the people (owwss!!!) and where the > >government makes the people pray for miracles. (Amen to that!)

17. Where University of the Philippines is where all the weird people go. Ateneo is where all the nerds go. La Salle is where all the Chinese go. College of Saint Benilde is where all the stupid Chinese go, and University of Asia and the Pacific is where all the irrelevantly rich people go.

16. Where fast food is a diet meal.

15. Where traffic signs are merely suggestions, not regulations.

14. Where all the trees in the city are below six feet.

13. Where being held up is normal. It happens to everyone.

12. Where kids dream of becoming pilots, doctors and basketball players.

11. Where rodents are normal house pets.

10. Where the definition of traffic is the "non-movement" of vehicles.

9. Where the fighter planes of the 1940s are used for military engagements, and the new fighter planes are displayed in museums.

8. Where Nora Aunor is an acclaimed actress and Boy Abunda is the best talk show host, where the population knows more their showbiz stars better than their national heroes and past presidents, knows more of showbiz gossips than their national history and current events.

7. Where cigarettes and alcohol are a necessity, and where the lottery is a commodity.

6. Where soap operas tell the realities of life and where the news provides the drama.

5. Where actors make the rules and where politicians provide the entertainment.

4. Where finding a deer on the road will be a phenomenon.

3. Where people can get away with stealing trillions of pesos, but not for a thousand.

2. Where being an hour late is still considered punctual. (Grabe talaga 'to!)

1. Where the squatters have more to complain (even if they do not pay their >tax) ---- than those employed and have their tax automatically deducted from their salaries. and finally......

0. Where everyone wants to leave the country!


I don't know what this list wants to say. What, is it the "50 Facts About the Philippines Which Will Make You Want to Leave" list? Is it the "50 Quirky Things About the Philippines-- and I Don't Really Have a Point in Listing It All Down" list? Is it the "50 Facts About the Philippines That Annoy Me" list?

Perhaps you think the last one would fit it the best (though the other two, and about five other titles in the backburner, could fit just as well, give or take a little). It's actually in the title itself where an error occurs-- the word "fact" definitely cannot be used here.

Opinions occur several times-- number 17 especially, with blatant labeling.

Items such as numbers 48, 47, 41 (I don't really get this one), 29 (can't the poor at least feel decent?), 12 (what's wrong with dreaming?) and 4 (finding deer on the road WILL be a phenomenon-- maybe quails, or carabaos... you know, NATIVE animals) seem to have no point in being put down. In comparison to the overall tone, these numbers are neutral, rather than negative, although assuming that the whole list is meant to be read in an increasingly negative perspective may be overreaching ourselves (though it is highly doubtful any part of this list meant praise).

This list is too much of a generalization on the flaws of the Filipino, and unless he/she can prove that he/she has indeed met ALL of our living citizens (which is doubtful, as there is a woman giving birth here every 3 seconds) and has statistically grouped us into categories and percentages, this list cannot be considered "factual", nor unbiased. We can only assume that the author used his/her own opinion in coming up with this list. Because of these two reasons, we can safely discard this list as invalid, with no significant contribution to our present or future condition. Therefore, this list is meaningless.

As it is meaningless, I might as well add my own:

51. Where nation-bashing is a national pastime, brought about the the disdainful upper class who roll their eyes at the government's puny (and futile) attempts at governing, but do not care to help change their mentality in the least.

52. Where people who make and read these kinds of lists are most likely on the route to migration, because they just provided themselves with 50 reasons to hate the Motherland.

53. Where people who unveil the glaring scruples of our society would rather see us plunge into ruin-- more reasons for them to put down, oh joy.

54. Where people who make these lists put their own sarcastic opinion in-- which makes it unfair and biased.

55. Where people who make these lists never answer the big question that comes after-- "So what are you going to do about it?"

I can't help but be indignant at this. You can slap me with my weaknesses, but at least I know I WANT to do something to change it.

Shame on us. We are dim-witted fools who fall prey to foreign greed, but that never gives us the right to victimize our own countrymen.

To Nafa

Post Edited at Aug 12:

95% ako sa Geom!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Retribution is near!
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"Tama na ang sophistication-sophistication"

-Valediction sa Hillcrest


After-test naps are a rich source of weird things.

May panaginip nanaman ako. [Hehe, I know this should be in the other blog, but it's too inconvenient to type there. I'm putting it on an unofficial hiatus muna, while I decide on what to do with it.]

Okay, from this point on, everything described is in my dream, and DID NOT OCCUR anywhere else but there.

Tests nun, kaya half-day. Maaga kami uuwi. E nauhaw si Bianca, so we went to the drinking fountain, literally a FOUNTAIN. It's the sort of things you'd imagine Snow White (or any of those Disney princesses) singing on, complete with trilly birds swooping down and up. But many of the students go there because it's safe, cold and free. Natural spring daw yung source. Hehe, saya. Ms Ettie guards--*ehem*--watches over the fountain to ensure students wouldn't contaminate it. Direct drinking or cupping hands to draw water is not allowed-- jugs only. We waited for Bianca to get her turn, while I examined the place.

I suppose it was new, since I was a little unfamiliar with it. If you're facing the multi, the fountain area is on the left-- just imagine that the fence was taken off and part of it became that fairy tale fountain thing. There was a huge HUGE tree somewhat next to it-- the Venus Tree (which is the weirdest name you could give to a tree. No, wait, it could be worse). It's similar to the huge Cupcake Tree. A large spread of paper was posted on it: story of how the Venus Tree and the Fountain began. Surprise, surprise, it seemed to be a project of my class, because I found these names there:

Ghe Antiporda
Sher Liquido
Tina Hipolito
Ja Ignacio
Nafa Sadi

all in bright bold orange letters. (There were other names too-- I remember other bright orange blocks, but that's just what I remember.)

If you're asking who Nafa is, I don't know. According to the dream story, it turns out she was part of our little lunch group in 2nd year, before she moved away. I sort of get the assumption that Ja knows her as well.

After Bianca finished, we went home. I logged on to Yahoo Messenger and lo and behold-- Nafa's name was there (I can't even remember adding her). She was online! Out of curiosity I messaged her. I think she got so excited by the thought of an old friend (though I really can't remember her, I swear) that she started typing and entering so fast that the pc sort of immobilised itself. Indonesian (I assumed they were, my hunch says so) characters were popping up rapidly on the message screen; I couldn't even understand half of it it. I had to close the window and open another one. This time her messages came out in English. She was still typing pretty fast though. I just understood one thing: she thought I was Jenina! So I told her I wasn't. Even so it was like we WERE friends. And then just like that, "memories" started coming back to me. Woaaaah, parang nagka-amnesia ako or something. She was part of the scriptwriting team for the Asian Fest play. Other random memory bits kept cropping up but they were too fast to take note of.

And that was it. End of dream.

That's the first time I've had my brain insert a fictitious character (and a friend at that!) into my dreams, complete with a name, a background, a nationality (I do believe she's half Indonesian, half Middle Eastern), a history and a face (nag webcam kami-- mas mukha siyang arabo kesa Indonesian though). The name I'm not a hundred percent sure of, but I'm rock solid on the fact that her initials are N.S., both firstname and surname have two syllables, and that it has the vowels A and I in it.

I'm still like... wow.


To the real Nafa Sadi out there, I'd like you to know I've seen you in my dreams. It's nice to know I've got a friend, even there. Much love, wherever you are.

Cross-eyed monstrous

Eto na ang

ASTRO! *tenenen* ASTRO CIGARETTE! *tenenen-tetenten*

Napagisip-isip ko... wala akong panahong maging malungkot.

Pano ba yan, madalas akong malungkot... ede marami akong oras?

Next topic.


We did the English Orals last Tuesday. It would've been fine, if my groupmates PRACTICED(!) and didn't get stage fright. I wonder what it is about stages and huge spaces that choke the life out of people. I felt irritated at the end of it, but I didn't let it show; it was the best we could do with the little time they gave us. Still, I was left wondering if I should encourage my Dobby-like classmate's pseudo-corporeal mortification in repentance for her blunders-- I decided not to. She was doing a better (and more humane) job of it.

It's done; we bowed and scurried out of there as fast as we can. But I do appreciate their enthusiasm at the script. People can be a pleasant surprise, which is one of the things that make them wonderful.

Speaking of surprises-- I watched Philippine Idol last Sunday. Hm... I don't think it's baduy. For one thing, they bought the license, not produced some rip-off show; for another, their judges are VERY qualified. C'mon, Ryan Cayabyab? Pilita Corales? Francis M? I do know that they know what they're looking for and talking about. And they're very nice (um, sobrang nakakatakot lang si Mr. C). They do get those pained Oh-my-lord-not-another-one-please looks, but they're courteous when it comes to saying no (even if it's said bluntly). I'm excited to see how the turn of events will go.

Wednesday
I'm not sure why, but my eyes kept rearranging letters to form gibberish. I woke up with the whispers of "He has the right, as the first monarch of perverted eyes..." from my dreams. What the--?! Weeeeeird. And my mind was singing God-Shaped Hole [by Plumb] (c/o Ms Lisbo) like this:

There's a god-shaped asshole in all of us...

Hm. Interesting. Eto na ata ang Free Association na ginagamit ni Freud.
God-shaped asshole... I wonder how large that is.

We did some research for our IP in Lab. At last, our Library actually has some use! I found books that were exactly on the topic I was looking for. And all of them were piled on top of a shelf, as if waiting for me to sift through them. How wonderful. Maybe someone's also curious about the Cosmetic Uses of Philippine Herbs.

Homeroom: we did more personality tests. My results were... not what I expected. I scored a 9 on Investigative, the highest I had. Jobs under Investigative have something to do with MATH-- that cursed word! Yun pa, sa lahat ng pwede sakin. I scored an 8 on Artistic, Social and one other thing... The other two categories, I scored 4.
Except for 9, magkakapareho scores ko. So...

Bah. I have no mind of going into Investigative-- sa school pa lang, sakal na sakal na ko sa Geom at Chem. Planado ko na gagawin ko: I'll take up some course that's applicable to climbing the corporate ladder. Two years of experience here then I'll go to the States and work for a publishing company-- HarperCollins, Scholastic, whatever. I think I'll be as happy as a duckling, being in the publishing business. And I might even meet my favorite authors! Yayness! And then I'll go back to college and take up Literature or Education. It's selfish, I know, but can't I be worldly for once?

Sir Louie's Envi Ed class tells me I can't. We watched a documentary on Lafayette, and I have to tell you, every shocking thing it revealed stabbed me bit by bit on the inside. It's an outrage. It's the only time Howie Severino's words on the Samar caves ("Sana hindi to mahawakan ng mining") actually HIT me. Oh my God, the destruction of it all was... unspeakable. Grabe talaga. Parang gusto ko na rin maki-protesta sa mga tao dun. Nakakaiyak, nakakainis talaga. Para sa mga taong nagbabasa: NEVER SUPPORT MINING!!!!
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It's hypocrisy to emulate the actions which you protest loudly against.

Lead by example.

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Kelangan na ko mag-aral.

When it's make believe

Drew this on Paint after posting.

I decided to try doing these heavily-shadowed bean things, though mine isn't shadowed because there's a spotlight pointing up at him... I think.



I leave it to you to decide what it's doing. If you're suicidal or psychotic, you might have an idea, but then, this thing is open-ended so no one's really sure what it's going to do.

I wuff it.

(Just in case: if somebody out there loves this as much as I do and wants to click on it and save it on their pc so they can post it somewhere else, please link back to this blog or cite me. Considering my blog's obscurity though, I can be assured it's safe from those rip-off predators.) ^_______^
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Current obssessions: Nickel Creek, and the words "sleeper hit".

Nickel Creek! Nickel Creek! Ang galing galing nila! I'm not sure about their genre but I think it's bluegrass... or country or acoustic. If you like something laid back and easy on the ears, click on WMedia Player (while online), search for them and listen to a song. Reasons Why is good.
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I watched an episode of The Swan yesterday (alas, because there is no such thing as Quality TV). I realized that it was their blonde hair that disturbed me the most, more than the painful surgery or their exaggerated grotesqueness before the transformation-- sure, both these things were gruesome, but the blonde hair color tops it off.

I don't know how others see it. Maybe they dismiss it as some normal beautifying procedure. But to me, it's a strong reminiscent of that (horribly flat) movie, Stepford Wives. They're all repackaged. Dolled up. BARBIED. That's exactly it! They're transforming them into some Barbie doll, to be shipped off to the far corners of the commercial world. They're marketing this IMAGE, this MENTALITY that women have to look like THAT to be beautiful. If that's not true then why can't they even keep the hair color?!

Sigh.

This post is not in any way profound

There's a tinkle of soft chimes riding on the wind. Soft, drowsy-- it reminds me of a lot of things.


It's stopped now.
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"Friendships are like plants. If you don't care for them, they wilt and die."

Ika nga ng Sims (pag bumababa na yung friend rate). Hay.

What is it about boredom, laziness and separation that creates a chasm among us?
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English Orals: a group presentation on any of the selections. We chose the Pardoner's Tale (of Death and the Three Revelers). We're planning on doing a skit with rhyming lines. I'm doing the script, only the outline they (actually, she) handed to me has FIVE scenes, plus some sort of Transition scene thing. It would be dandy if this were a playlet, but we're actually given only ten minutes to do the darned thing. I'm not sure if the "mini-monologues" she wants can still be stuffed in there.

Hmmm... *frowns*

It's at times like these that I can't help but compare the THEN and NOW. If I was in section 5... Okay, so I'm starting again. This is totally unfair to everyone. So. I have to stop this.

It's also at times like these that I feel like I'm some sort of closet control freak. This is why I dislike group work; no room for personal creativity, and you have to take care of everybody else's feelings, which is exhausting. (Doesn't anyone feel this kind of frustration?!) Poof.
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Ate's UPCAT is today. Good luck to her. Mom was acting like one of those stage mothers: "Ba't andami mong dala? Bawal yan dalhin dun a! Basahin mo kasi permit mo!!! O dali, tumawag ka kay Lola, malakas yun sa dasal. Tawag ka na!" etc, etc. Things like those. The excitement-slash-bubbling-stress nearly ruined the morning for Ate. Poor her.

I hope I won't crap out of my UPCAT when it comes. I'm scared. I can't STUDY everything in just one summer. What's worse is the fact that I unclog my brain from all that math after every quarter; There's the possibility of not ever attaining mastery in that area. EVER.

I hate math. GAAAAARHHH!!!!
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This post is nonsensical and insubstantial.

I don't feel like writing anymore.

How to get to Sesame Street

Friday again. Yay.

Been poking around Wikipedia for a list of famous left-handed people. I came up with

Michael Rosenbaum (plays Lex Luthor in Smallville-- wooh!)
Prince William (!!)
Julius Caesar
Joseph Estrada
Gandhi
Adolf Hitler
Osama bin Laden
Michaelangelo
Kelly Osbourne
Pink
Owen Wilson
Hugh Jackman
Angelina Jolie
Matt Groening
Drew Carey

aaaaaand....

VIC SOTTO

His name's there. Take a look.

The list is pretty long. Some of the people aren't that famous-- well, I think so anyway, since I don't know them. It's an interesting mix of all sorts of people. I'm a bit starstruck at the thought that I share my left-handedness with a terrorist. Although Wikipedia being Wikipedia, it's hard to say which of it is true. But I do think that left-handed people are pretty special. Maybe I'll add my name to that list someday [waharharhar].

There's also a list of left-handed fiction characters.
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Teacher changed my recital piece. THANK GOD!!! So it's now Andante Religioso, which is just five pages long, a whopping ELEVEN-page difference from Hungarian Rhapsody (16 pages of inky black evilness-- and that's the simplified version).

I'm nearly done with Hanon (the exercise book). NEARLY. The last exercise is about the tremolo, which is like a chord version of a trill. It has to be played as fast as a drum roll. I'm not kidding. It's an excruciating struggle to finish the exercise, because it's around four or five pages long of non-stop chord shifting and tremolo-ing. Actually, sabi nga ni Teacher na dapat tinutugtog ko yung lahat ng exercises ko sa Hanon nang hindi tumitigil tapos sobrang perpekto. So... that's exercise 1 to 60. Anyone care to try? I asked her if it's humanly possible; she said it was-- professional pianists do it everyday. I nodded, but I secretly don't believe her, not in this life anyway.
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Had tons of quizzes today, in all subjects except for Chem. I wasn't able to go for adoration, nor confession because of that. It made me a little miserable; I promised God, but I didn't keep my end of the bargain. Hay.

Think I did pretty well in the Computer Lab long quiz. I got the hands-on part relatively fast; I was a little suprised at how quickly I got it, considering I only reviewed during the extra time in Health, and at the mercy of my teacher too. Yay me.
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I had a dream the other night: Prom night na raw nun, tapos hinihintay ko date ko. Sobrang late na, wala pa rin. Then I'm like "teka, may ininvite ba kong date?" Sabay, wala pala!!! Nakalimutan ko mag-invite!!! So nagpahatid ako kay Dad. Pagdating ko sa AA, wala akong suot na sapatos.

So.

Yun naman ang babala.

Haaaay. Prom. It's so... unreal. And a little scary too. Pano kung wala akong mapiling tao na i-invite? Sayang naman bayad ko. Haha, ganun pala e.

I think BOYS are the badder half of the human species. I still have to meet one guy who didn't make me go "Oh no, I don't suppose you can't be more conversationally inept as the last one, can you?" And I still am waiting for someone to prove to me that, no, guys aren't as socially insensitive and disappointing as their actions proclaim them to be.

Maybe it's me. Maybe it's my world. But I don't think none of you would disagree with me-- we've all had our times. And we want to strangle them for it.
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Posted on III-2's door:

"Let no one unskilled in Geometry enter." -Plato

Oh joy.

So off-limits sakin yung III-2.